Red Mosquito

Dev wrote:It's interesting to learn that time and new experiences do nothing to repair your relationship with durden, and that he may just call back to any moment in time, and use something you thought you had moved on from against you. Well let's just say, I'm sure glad I'm not his aforementioned wife!

Ello Sailor wrote:I'm just messing with you, bud. No need to go full Dev.

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:Not to mention you just called me "a piece of shit" based purely on a claim by durdencommatyler of all people.

I mean, did it happen?

Even if it did so what? What right do you have to judge me or anyone for something said long in the past? And honestly I don't think what I said was even that bad. They were some pretty generic and empty angry words. Could have said them to anyone. For that matter, it was pretty non-specific, impersonal and meaningless.

Dev wrote:It's interesting to learn that time and new experiences do nothing to repair your relationship with durden, and that he may just call back to any moment in time, and use something you thought you had moved on from against you. Well let's just say, I'm sure glad I'm not his aforementioned wife!

epilogue wrote:

Dev wrote:It's interesting to learn that time and new experiences do nothing to repair your relationship with durden, and that he may just call back to any moment in time, and use something you thought you had moved on from against you. Well let's just say, I'm sure glad I'm not his aforementioned wife!

There he is

wease wrote:

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:Not to mention you just called me "a piece of shit" based purely on a claim by durdencommatyler of all people.

I mean, did it happen?

Even if it did so what? What right do you have to judge me or anyone for something said long in the past? And honestly I don't think what I said was even that bad. They were some pretty generic and empty angry words. Could have said them to anyone. For that matter, it was pretty non-specific, impersonal and meaningless.

Doesn’t really seem that it was.

Dev wrote:

wease wrote:

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:Not to mention you just called me "a piece of shit" based purely on a claim by durdencommatyler of all people.

I mean, did it happen?

Even if it did so what? What right do you have to judge me or anyone for something said long in the past? And honestly I don't think what I said was even that bad. They were some pretty generic and empty angry words. Could have said them to anyone. For that matter, it was pretty non-specific, impersonal and meaningless.

Doesn’t really seem that it was.

I have never even seen a pic of her! How can I describe someone I have never seen!?

wease wrote:

Dev wrote:

wease wrote:

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:Not to mention you just called me "a piece of shit" based purely on a claim by durdencommatyler of all people.

I mean, did it happen?

Even if it did so what? What right do you have to judge me or anyone for something said long in the past? And honestly I don't think what I said was even that bad. They were some pretty generic and empty angry words. Could have said them to anyone. For that matter, it was pretty non-specific, impersonal and meaningless.

Doesn’t really seem that it was.

I have never even seen a pic of her! How can I describe someone I have never seen!?

I’ve never seen your mother, but if I called her a toothless, bearded hag and said I hope she dies, would you take that as non-specific, impersonal and meaningless?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Dev wrote:I can't win

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:I feel like a Rodney dangerfield avatar could really help give dev the rebranding that he needs